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⠀⠀⠀⠀Beware! Beware of the █████ for he shall ██ the people of ███ as his greed swallow his ██ , forever and ever.
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You wake up with a loud gasp. The world around you spin as the darknes swift away slowly from your vision. You clutch your chest as hard as you can; it feels like someone has thrown a hammer towards it.

After gaining your concscious, you realized that you've woken up inside a room. This room is not yours, and by the look of it, this room is old and unkempt.

There's a desk and a wardrobe beside the bed you've woken up into. Shall we go there?

Poll will be closed on 00.15! Choose carefully, Puppets~

The desk? Aww, too bad. :(

Alright then~ Move along shall we?

Maybe there's something useful you can find in the desk, so you choose to jump off the bed and walk towards it.

There's a candle on top of the desk and also a box of matches beside it. As you open the box, you found out that there's only 3 matches left inside.

You need to use it wisely.

There's also a jar full of tooth, a key, and a dagger. You can only take 2 items since your pocket is small. What will you take on your journey?

Until 00.35 ok!

Mhm, alrightt.

Just a hint, its okay to be a little freaky next time you choose something. ;)

A candle, a box of matches (3), a key, and a dagger. It seems like you have enough resources before continuing to whatever danger will come striking at you.

You finally turn towards the door and tries to open it.

Oh no... Its locked!

You tried the key you took from the desk and to your sadness, it does not fit. Now there's nothing you can do to escape this room...

Or you do?

Kita lanjut besok, ya, Puppets! Makasih sudah mau main sama Aunty Dolor (meskipun ngetiknya lama, hehe, maaf). ♥️

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🗡 .. ╱03:07 ╱ THE STAGE LIGHT FLICKERED LIKE A DYING HEART, CASTING SHADOWS THAT DANCED ALONG THE WALLS OF THE HOUSE OF HEARTH .. ╱

          “a theater that once burned with
           laughter, now breathing only smoke
           and memory.”

، ˖︶꒷꒦🪞 ྀ۪۪۪ ... The curtains hung heavy, soaked in whispers. The chandeliers swayed to a rhythm long forgotten, their glass eyes glinting like mourners. @Cherrilane @CasalaDuvall @DropTheScythe @MontgoIfier @kheraeld @HouseOfMirth @HonorOfLim @TheHefflins @TheDelaire and @CasaDeDiaz moved through the dusted aisles, where every seat still faced the ghost of a final act ▒░▒ 🕯🪽ྀ♩᳝ )


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